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thebisexualdogdad · 1 year

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Sit back and watch - Isabelle Lightwood x M!Reader

If there was one thing Isabelle enjoyed it was people watching her.

She loved when she stole people's attention just walking down the street or in the club when everyone there wanted a chance to dance with her but she especially enjoyed you watching her.

Which is how you ended up here, sitting back in a chair across from Isabelle's bed and she is completely naked, propped up against the pillows as she played with herself.

She moans as her fingers toy with her clit, then dipping in and out of her pussy like they had been for the last ten minutes.

"Fuck I wish I was the one touching you right now," you say, your cock hard in your pants.

"You will soon handsome," she winks at you, grabbing her vibrator that she set on the bed besides her and flipped it on, "just sit back and watch."

The loud buzzing sent chills down your spine and the moan she let out as she pressed it into her clit was heavenly.

She lowers it to her entrance, coating it in her arousal before twirling it around her clit again.

You intently watch as her pussy pulsates in pleasure and you're so desperate to taste her.

She rolls her hips, the toy now a level setting higher down at her entrance making another wave of arousal gush out of her.

"Izzy," you moan and she smiles knowing exactly how turned on you are watching her.

She pushes the toy inside, pumping it a few times and feeling the vibrations course through her.

She arches her chest, her free hand grasping at her breasts and tugging on her nipples.

She's so close to cumming that she moves the toy back up to her clit, her pussy now wide open and dripping.

You lick your lips, cock throbbing and in awe of how hot she is.

Isabelle firmly presses the vibrator into her clit, moaning loud as she cums.

She slaps her clit with the toy a few times giving herself a few aftershocks before switching it off and laying it down on the bed.

Her hand is on her pussy again, two fingers slipping inside and retracting now covered in cum.

"Want a taste?" She asks, holding her hand to you.

You eagerly get up from the chair, settling in between her legs and sucking her fingers clean.

She bites her lip and glances down at her pussy meaning she was allowing you to finally touch her.

With no hesitation you dive in, your tongue lapping at every part of her.

The taste of her is divine and you moan at how good she feels on your tongue which resonates through her bones making her eyes roll back.

You're sucking on her hard clit, two fingers pumping inside her and she cums again, this time crying your name.

"I bet you want to fuck me now don't you," she says with an evil grin as you give her a few last licks.

You look up at her from between your legs and this is the moment you've been waiting for all night.

#shadowhunters imagine #isabelle lightwood imagine #isabelle lightwood x reader #x male reader #fic

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shadowhunters-reprise · 10 months

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Imagine

Raphael taking a liking towards you

(Raphael x fem!reader)

#shadowhunters imagines #shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunters x reader #shadowhunters #jace wayland #alec lightwood #magnus bane #simon lewis #raphael santiago #clary fray #isabelle lightwood #requests #request #requested

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ghoulie-67-baby · 4 months

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Try and stop me Part 2 - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You seek some comfort for you newly festering wound.

Warnings: Changing clothes, pet names, angst, crying, heartbreak.

Pairing: Lightwood family x Adopted!reader.

Word count: 1,370.

Note: This may be a little angsty projection from me so I apologise profusely.

I hadn't thought through this as much as I should have considering it was pouncing down with rain and I was wearing Jeans, black boots and a thin jumper. Most people would have grabbed a coat but I was so angry and aching to leave that I hadn't thought about it. So as I stomped through the streets, drenched and freezing I cursed myself thoroughly.

I had told Jace, Alec and Izzy they would know where to find me but I didn't even know where I was going. I let my mind zone out and wander, my feet carrying me wherever they felt like. Puddles splattered up my calves soaking me to the bone as I just walked and walked. All I could think of was how Robert was lucky I didn't reveal what I knew but my Mom didn't deserve the heartache of that so I had kept his filthy secret though every fibre of my being screamed against it.

The already dark skies blackened as the evening turned to night and I was violently shivering as I walked down the streets, ignoring the looks I was getting off Mundanes. My aching feet carried me down street after street, alley after alley until they carried me to an apartment I didn't care to pay attention to. Icy hands clenched as they knocked painfully against the wooden door that stood before me. I felt like my eyes had sunk into their sockets, long dried up from tears, and my lips were chapped from the cold and me biting them. I waited patiently as my head throbbed and pounded before knocking on much louder this time. A voice behind the door sounded extremely annoyed at the disturbance and the locks on the door jiggled and clicked open after a few moments.

"So help me if this isn't important then I will turn you into a hamster and keep you in a cage!" The door swung open and I lifted my head wearily to meet the gaze of the person, who was dressed in silk pyjamas. "Y/N? What on earth happened to you?" Magnus' voice softened considerably at my state and I just glanced down at Chairman Meow who wound himself between the Warlock's legs. My eyes welled up, much to my surprise, at the softness of his voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, it's just, that I'm not welcome at the institute at the moment." I could barely speak above a scratchy whisper. "I just let my feet carry me and they brought me here. I was kind of hoping you would know what to do." My eyebrows furrowed as I spoke, confusing myself with what I wanted from him. Magnus' hand reached up and tucked a dripping straggle of hair behind my ear as I trailed off.

"Come in Cupcake, let's get you warmed up." Gentle hands guided me into the apartment and I stood silently as he wandered around getting towels and clothes for me. My mind was foggy until he stood in front of me and lifted my chin with his finger. My lip trembled as I stared into his eyes, willing myself not to cry anymore.

"He doesn't want me Mags, he never did." A look of confusion took over his features. "Robert doesn't want me. I'm not good enough. I tried to be, but I'm not." The warlock shook his head gently.

"Let's get you comfortable and then we'll talk. You'll get ill if you stay in these any longer. You're too fragile for magic at the moment so by hand will have to do." I was almost catatonic as he took me to the bathroom to change but I just stood in the middle of the room, not being able to move as my head was overloaded with thoughts. Eventually, he gave up and got me stripped out of the sodden wet clothes, incredibly respectfully, before slipping me into a pair of his grey bed joggers and a long-sleeved t-shirt. His warm hands then guided me back into the living room and onto the cloud-like cushions of the sofa. Within moments I had a hot cup of tea on the coffee table, a hot water bottle on my lap, a blanket around my shoulders and a very concerned-looking Magnus who had sat himself beside me giving me his full attention.

"We were having dinner as a family and he asked me why I hadn't been training so I explained how I'd fallen behind on the books and he started to tell me how I should have caught up because I'd had four years to get it done and that I'm lazy and don't work hard enough." My voice was hoarse and tired. "He never wanted me, Magnus, from the moment Maryse took me in he's looked through me like I'm a ghost. He told me I've never really been a Lightwood, that I take advantage of them." I clenched my fingers together as I spat out his words. "He wishes he hadn't let Mom take me in."

"Don't say that Pumpkin, of course, he wants you, you're his daughter too." I laughed bitterly as the first lot of tears slipped out.

"No, that's the thing. He said it, out loud, in from of Mom, Jace, Alec and Izzy. He said they didn't have to take me in and he was starting to wish they hadn't." I watched as his eyes widened in horror and his thumb brushed my knuckles softly. My lip trembled like a child's whilst my chest heaved.

"I just wanted him to see me. I wanted him to be proud of me and to love me like he loves them. I just wanted him to notice how hard I was trying, wanted him to see how everything I did was to make him happy." My voice broke and my vision blurred with tears. "I just wanted a dad. I've never asked them for anything. But I just wanted him to be my dad." Instantly I broke and my barriers released. My face streamed and I fell forward, letting Magnus catch me against his chest holding me as close as he could. My sobs and wails filled the room as my heart ached in my chest though it threatened to jump out.

The pain that I felt was nothing like I had felt before. Not even like what I felt after my parents abandoned me because this time I had lost someone that I actually loved. Lighting strikes of anguish struck me over and over, doubling me over to the point where I struggled to breathe from my crying. As my body shook, the force of it made Magnus' body shake too though he didn't mind. The Warlock held me, a hand on my back and the other cradling my head as his own tears dripped into my hair. I could hear myself saying the same words as I sobbed; He doesn't want me, it was like venom to my system, taking over and shutting it down, breaking me down by the second until I lay boneless in the arms of the Downworlder.

I didn't have the energy to cry anymore, didn't have the words to make myself feel better, didn't have the frame of mind to think clearly or the motivation to try and deal with this properly. My sobs had stopped and silent tears ran down my reddened cheeks and onto Magnus' already-soaked pyjama shirt as Chairman Meow nuzzled into my hands, providing his own comfort which I gladly accepted.

"Get some rest Pumpkin, we'll talk about this when you've got a little more energy." Magnus swung my legs up on the sofa and settled so I was lying with my head on his chest as he wrapped me up in a mountain of blankets. My skin was still cold to touch and I burrowed against his warm skin with a tired sigh as I closed my eyes and willed sleep to come. Eventually, I managed to drift off to the sound of the Warlock's heartbeat, his soft humming of an unfamiliar song and the gentle purrs of the cat that was curled up on his chest beside me.

#shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunters imagines #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments imagines #the mortal instruments #lightwood siblings #alexander lightwood #izzy lightwood #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #jace herondale #jace wayland #maryse lightwood #robert lightwood #magnus bane x reader #magnus bane

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izasharky · 2 years

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𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: none, just fluff <3

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: Jace Wayland x fem reader

𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: Jace pays you a visit after a night out with Izzy to give you a birthday present

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙨: aaa finally got around to writing something for tumblr so I hope you enjoy a rare sappy and sweet Jace :)

𝙄 𝘿𝙊 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝘼𝙉𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏

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You were sat at your vanity in your room at the institute taking your hair out of its style after going out with Isabelle for your birthday. You were brushing your hair when you heard a knock at your door.

“Come in!” You yelled to whoever was at the door across the room.

The door opened and you looked at your mirror to see who came in. It was Jace. He gently closed your door and made eye contact with your reflection.

“Jace, what are you doing here?” You turned around.

“I wanted to give my wonderful girlfriend her birthday present without everyone around.”

He strode over to where you sat.

“Jace, you know you didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Of course I did, darling. It’s your birthday.”

Your heart melted at his nickname for you. He pulled a small box out of his pocket and handed it to you. A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. You opened the box to see a silver heart shaped locket. You opened it up and there was a picture of you, Jace, Izzy, Alec, and Clary in it on one side and on the other there was a picture of just you and Jace. Your eyes softened at the pictures and you looked back up at Jace.

“Jace, I love it.” You breathed out.

“Look at the back of it.”

You furrowed your eyebrows but didn’t question it as you flipped the heart to see something engraved in cursive on the back.

Omnia vincit amor

Love conquers all.

The Latin phrase he always said to you. You looked back up to Jace who was looking at you with a smile.

“Here let me put it on you.” He offered.

You handed him the box and he took the necklace out. You turned back around and looked in the mirror, grabbing your hair out of the way. Jace unclasped the necklace and put it around your neck. As he closed it his fingers brushed against the back of your neck causing butterflies in your stomach. Once he finished, his hands slid to your shoulders. You reached up and held the necklace before turning back to him. Your eyes met once again. Your eyes flicked towards his lips. He must have been thinking the same thing because leaned down and kissed you on your lips.

“I love you, happy birthday darling.”

#jace wayland #jace herondale #jace whatever #jace wayland x reader #jace wayland x female reader #jace herondale x reader #jace wayland imagine #the mortal instruments #city of bones #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clary fray

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kenkaneki224 · 8 months

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Oh how i would love to see a Shadowhunters x Good Omens au/fanfiction 😩. But like imagine the gang from Shadowhunters visiting Aziraphale’s bookshop for advice of just visiting the bookshop and finding out that Aziraphale is an angel and Crowley is a demon and that theyre besties. Or like if Aziraphale and Crowley gound out about the shadowworld, how their minds would be like “wtf, theres a whole different universe thats been existing right under our noses??? 😳”.

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layla-carstairs · 4 months

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the model for Isabelle on the City of Fallen Angels cover just popped up on my fyp??? HUH???

#that's so crazy could you imagine???#people are telling her to read the books in the comments lol #bella talks #isabelle lightwood #the shadowhunter chronicles #tsc #the mortal instruments #tmi #city of fallen angels #cofa

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myadmiringmind · 2 years

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An Angels Arms | Jace Herondale

Jace Herondale Masterlist

Summary: You fall asleep after spending an evening surrounded by your family and friends, and you wake up in your husbands arms.

Notes:

Jace and reader are married

They live in the Herondale estate

Magnus and Alec are married

Max Lightwood-Bane is in this (he’s a little over one)

|PICTURES ARE NOT MINE|

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Pairing(s); Jace Herondale x wife!reader, Magnus Bane-Lightwood x Alec Lightwood-Bane, Isabelle Lightwood x Simon Lovelace, Luke Graymark x Jocelyn Fairchild

Warnings: Food, some sexual innuendos (kinda)

Characters included/mentioned: Luke Graymark, Jocelyn Fairchild, Mayrse Lightwood, Clary Fairchild, Simon Lovelace, Isabelle Lightwood, Alec Lightwood, Magnus Bane, and Max Lightwood-Bane

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The institute shone in holiday lights. It took everyone hours to decorate the inside of the institute. You could still hear Jace grumbling in your ear about how pointless the entire thing was. But you all had persevered. The institute looked so glorious. Many pictures were taken because everyone was very proud of the results.

Magnus summoned most of the decorations, others were made by everyone in attendance (even Jace though he wasn’t given a choice), and some even came from respective childhoods.

The halls were filled with the sound of holiday music as you all decorated. With the occasional argument over decorations, (and the mishap where Max accidentally set multiple trees on fire), you were all putting in work. The institute truly looked like a Christmas card.

Jace, being the angsty adult teenager he is, kept pestering you about when dinner was going to get there.

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Last night was Christmas Eve and though the majority were neither religious or didn’t celebrate Christmas, it was agreed to get together to celebrate the holidays that night.

The institute smelled delightful with multiple pastries and appetizers adoring the tables.

First, you waited for everyone to show up. You and Jace got there early as the Lightwood siblings had agreed to help their mother with preparing the food. You decided to come along with Jace because you thought there was no point waiting three more hours waiting at home when you could show up early and help your mother-in-law. Jace hadn’t been looking forward to helping Mayrse cook and clean, any more than he was excited to see what food Isabelle decided to bring.

When you portalled into the institute you immediately heard chatter in the kitchen.

After setting down your bags of presents by the tree, you followed the noise and sure enough, Isabelle, Alec, Simon, and Maryse were already there. Mayse was standing very intimidatingly in the center of the kitchen giving everyone orders with a wave of the knife she was holding.

“Ah, the perfect picture of Shadowhunter holidays.” Jace said announcing your presence

Mayrses head had snapped towards the two of you and she smiled immediately embracing her adopted son, and you as well (to your surprise).

“Good, you’re here. Jace, go help Alec with the stuffing. Dear, if you could help Simon and Isabelle with the mashed potatoes that would be lovely.”

Simon looked like he was meant for a baking show, with a holiday apron and white chefs hat. He seemed very concerned as he watched his fiance pour things into the bowl. When you came over he smiled, happy to not have to be the one to tell Isabelle that she wasn’t following the recipe correctly and therefore getting snapped at.

And so the next few hours passed with a lot of orders from Maryse and annoyed debate from Isabelle after she considered putting brownie batter in the mashed potatoes.

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Then, Luke and Jocelyn showed up holding ceramic bowls filled with food.

Clary came only a few moments later her red hair disheveled and covered with snow, a bag clearly filled with presents hung at her side.

Last, but certainly not least, coming fashionably late, was Magnus and a well dressed Max.

Unfortunately Robert Lightwood had some things in Alicante that he couldn’t be excused for. So he was unable to join.

They invited Aline and her family but they were spending Christmas with Aline’s girlfriend, Helen, and the rest of the Blackthorn family.

Greetings went by swiftly and then everyone sat down and ate dinner.

Afterwards multiple card and board games were gone through. Jace and Alec had gotten up sometime in the middle wanting to ‘fetch something’ but you translated that to ‘I want to go play swords with my parabatai’. They were only gone for a few moments before Mayrse had dragged them back saying they were going to ruin their nice clothes.

You have to say your favorite part was when Mayrse began retelling past holiday stories about Jace, Alec, Isabelle, and their late brother Max.

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Finally the presents were passed around.

Max got an overwhelming amount of presents by Alec’s standards.

“You guys really didn’t have to get him so many presents. I mean, you should see the amount that is lying under our own tree back home!” Alec stressed.

But Max was happy so he didn’t press much more.

You gave Jace a ceramic duck, he glared at you and shook his head disapprovingly as everyone else laughed in amusement.

“Just be glad I didn’t get a live duck like Magnus suggested.” You whispered

Jace looked a little horrified at the thought and shivered.

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After presents were done, the mindless chatter began.

People would take turns playing with Max, and then Max would be passed around on people's laps once he started to get tired, eventually landing in Alec’s lap while Magnus played with his son's hair affectionately.

You couldn’t remember when you first started getting lulled into sleep. Maybe it was when Magnus sat at the piano, playing multiple tunes that he had heard throughout his life. Probably not when Clary and Simon recited a holiday song they learned in elementary school. If you couldn’t guess they weren’t the best of singers. Perhaps it was when Jace started combing his fingers through your hair, as you laid your head against his chest. The warmth of his body and the rythmic sound of his heartbeat probably helped as well. Yeah, that was probably it.

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The light pours into your room. Not unpleasant but enough to wake you from your peaceful slumber.

You quickly realize that you’re back in the Herondale house. The new familiarity of the room you and Jace (mostly you, since Jace kept insisting he didn’t care how you decorated) decorated. The single bookshelf that isn’t a far distance from your bed holds both of your favorite reads as well as photographs from your wedding, honeymoon, missions, and other memorable moments with your family and friends.

Your eyes first go to a picture with Jace, who wore a wide grin with his nephew, Max on his shoulders wearing one quite similar. You took that photo while at a fair (something Jace had considered ‘childish’ but had a lot of fun at). It was at the end of the night. Max obviously exhausted, but overall ecstatic, it had been his first time at the fair. Jace looked sweaty and worn out but you could tell that he wasn’t tired. He was a shadowhunter after all.

On a shelf down is a picture of you and Jace, simply talking. It was after a rougher mission and you were both bloodied and bruised but the look of pure love the two of you shared had drawn you to frame it.

Looking towards the left, on your windowsill was a picture from your wedding. You in your gold dress, and Jace in his button up black shirt with his black leather jacket. You and Jace were sitting down, tired from socializing and dancing. Your head was on his shoulder and he was peering down at you, a big smile on his face, one that reflected on your own.

You laugh a little bit thinking back to a time where you thought you and Jace would’ve never been. How happy you are that you were wrong.

“What are you laughing at so early in the morning?” A familiar voice rasps, still laced in sleep

You shake your head moving your body so you could face him. “Nothing.” you smile brightly looking at him.

Jace Herondale, your husband, who is more angel than the majority of Shadow Hunters, has killed more demons than anyone his age, and a damn good shadow hunter, is laying in bed next to you, his eyes lined with a reminisce of sleep.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” The blonde voices with a tired smirk

You huff out a laugh and comb your fingers lazily through his blonde locks.

Jace makes a grumble of appreciation and his mouth softens to a genuine pleased smile. His head subconsciously leans into your head.

You smile and go down for a kiss, one he returns with great pleasure.

Kissing Jace Herondale is how you would imagine a goodbye-this is the last time I might ever see you again-kiss. Its hard, full of passion, and yearning.

His hand is on the back of your head with a firm-but not too firm-grip keeping you close.

You are the one to pull away first causing a noise of disapproval from your husband.

“Merry Christmas.” You barely manage to say before Jaces lips were back on yours.

With a bit of a struggle you pull back and smiled, “We need to get ready.”

Jace scoffs disapprovingly, “What for?”

“We’re supposed to be meeting up with your family again later.” You answer

“Later. We saw plenty of them last night. I’m sure they won’t mind me spending today with my wife.” He says before pulling you in for another kiss

“You spend every day with me.” You murmur trying to hold onto the thought of Alec, Magnus, and Max who were expecting you later on.

“And everyday I only want you more.” He whispers, his hands roaming your body in pleasure, pulling you closer to him as if you were pulling away.

But you weren’t, you're not sure you could when you wanted him just as much.

You pull back and hold his face in your hands, his lips still only a few inches from yours.

He pouts and glares at you.

You laugh in response.

“We can’t miss breakfast. Magnus will hold it over our heads for the rest of our lives.”

“I don’t give a flying fu-” Jace began only for you to cover his mouth

“Jace!” You laugh a little. Just a little.

The famous Herondale smirk was ever so present when you remove your hand. “Fine. We can do breakfast, lunch, and dinner or whatever but after that you’re mine for the night.”

Your heart skips a beat, “Sounds wonderful.”

He smiles bringing you in this time for a warm embrace.

“I love you.” You murmur into his shoulder

“I love you more.” He murmurs back, a stupid grin on his face.

#jace herondale imagine #jace herondale #jace lightwood #jace herondale x reader #jace herondale fluff #the mortal instruments #jamie campbell bower #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #alec lightwood #magnus bane

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arosesstorm · 2 years

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untied spell | Alec Lightwood

words count: idk sorry

gender neutral reader! x Alec Lightwood

warning: angst, my fav

summary: the nigh of Max's party at Bane's, a truth was revealed, a painful one, yours

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

"dear, so glad you came" Magnus welcomed you inside the house, his sharp eyes the first thing that reminded you you were in trap.

"how could I not come, after all, it is Max's party" a sigh escaping your lips as Magnus closed the door behind your back.

"here" he handed you a drink, his mouth close to your ear "I know you and Alexander aren't in the best of terms now but I beg of you let's enjoy the evening"

a light of amusement crossed your face "what the high warlock of Brooklyn says.." a gulp as the drink slide into your throat.

as Magnus looked at you make your way into the living room he couldn't help but sigh "this is going to be a disaster".

as soon as your eyes met Izzies a calming wave washed over your body "so glad I found you" you admitted as soon as the dark haired reached for your arm to interlock with hers.

"So glad you found the right member of the Lightwood family you mean"

you couldn't help but glare as she put her hands up in surrender "alright, got it, I'm sorry".

finding out you were not the only Herondale left was one thing, discovering your younger brother was Jace Wayland was a total different matter.

you would have be the happiest to hear the news if not only the closest friend you had didn't hide it from you.

"for your own good" Alec had said, but it just made you want to throw up.

"you don't have a clue on what's good for me" you had replied the night you had found out.

safe to say, you avoided the man since.

you and Izzy went for the bar, ordering the strongest they had with only a thought in mind, the time of your departure.

"why hasn't Max still arrived?"

"Alec was meant to take him but he's running late"

"as usual" you felt the need to add, as you sipped from your second drink, it was strong.

when you turned to the door again you saw him, his place steady, his eyes hard, all that gloomy act and Alec was still Alec, a ferocious dog without teeth.

"let's go great Max" Isabelle dragged you toward the small circle as you looked at everyone but him.

"my little hunter!" exclaimed the girl hugging the boy thigh as you smiled down at him "guess you'll be my next right arm huh?" you joked ruffling his hair.

"you bet since everyone seems to die when they get close to you" your head shot in Alec's direction, your eyes as thin as those of a fox "what did you just say?"

the man shook his head, looking around for support, "what do you mean?" he asked.

you were about to bark back when Magnus stood between you two, his voice louder "ah! it is a great party, let's leave the celebrated to it".

eyes glaring while you sighed hard, "need another drink".

the rest of the evening went down better than expected, Alec seemed to respect your boundaries, in fact, you were able to avoid him for most of the night.

it wasn't until you saw Clary shot for the bar on the left that something just switched.

"i have to go" you told a tipsy Isabelle as you left the couches, your steps taking you to the terrace when you noticed a door slightly open, someone laying on the floor.

your feet stopped as you regained consciousness, what was going on?

only when you made your way inside the room you spotted a terrified Jace on the right.

"Jace! what is going on?" you asked reaching for who you had recognized was Maryse Lightwood laying unconscious on the floor.

"she tried to kill me!" he spoke, his voice harsh yet panicked, "Maryse?" you asked, too unlikely to be true.

"yes!" he half screamed as he approached you, his eyes wet with tears and his jaw hard.

he was in pain and it pained you too.

your brother, was in pain, your brother, was in pain.

you didn't know how you arrived to that conclusion but suddenly, as bright as day, the culprit's name flashed before your eyes.

Alec.

Alec was the reason your brother was in pain, the reason you yourself were.

you marched out of the room, a surprised Isabelle crossing your path as she got in.

"y/n!" she called for you, but it was late now, you were already half way to the terrace when you spot him.

Lost gaze as he was stearing at the night sky, his back facing you.

he felt someone approaching and was quick to turn around: "y/n.." he had the time to say before you pushed him backwords, hands searching for the daggers behind your back.

"y/n!" he screamed now, his eyes blank as he was glaring at you.

"hiding my brother for me is a thing, but hurting him?" you half screamed, daggers now in view.

then, the unexpected happened, his lips lift into a dark smile as he chuckled "what am I? the bane of your existence?" he laughed.

you were taken aback, losing your steadiness as you stumbled back, his body swinging forward as he took the daggers out of your hands, hitting the ground hard.

"what is going on with you?" Alec asked but you couldn't help but hear "Just say it, we both know what your problem is".

your heart roared as you jumped on him, fist swinging, as he tried to block you as best as he could.

"you know nothing about me!" you screamed.

"I do, I always did" he spoke, as you fell on the concrete, his body steadying you as he positioned himself above you.

"you are not mad at me because I've hidden Jace is your brother, you are mad because you are a worthless piece of shit, the weak of the family and the soft hearted", your hands burning as you were trying to get free, "all this time and you were just trying to run away from your feeling, from your feelings for m-"

"no!" you screamed as your feet kicked him on the back, the boy crawling to the floor.

you looked like an animal, a beast as you jumped to Alec's lap, your fist white as you aimed for his face.

"you have to stay away from me!" you screamed, gatting the dagger from the ground as you pressed it to Alec's throat.

your eyes watery as ho looked at you sympathetically.

"y/n!" you heard a voice as you suddenly snapped out of it.

your hands trembling as you throw the dagger away, looking at Alec on the ground, his eyes soft, in pain.

"I'm sorry" you mumbled, quickly getting on your feet again.

Magnus rushed forward as he touched your shoulder softly, "I'm sorry he was-", "he was saying things I-", "I'm sorry".

you felt like throwing up.

"Alec!" Maryse rushed forward, kneeling on the ground, "what happened?"

"I'm fine" he breathed, his eyes glued to his opponent's face.

"y/n" the boy spoke, getting on his feet "are you alright?".

"have you all lost your minds?" Maryse barked, shooting for Jace who was now standing behind you and Magnus.

"you almost killed me!"

"do you all hear what she is saying to me?"

"Jace" Clary touched the man's shoulder as Simon entered the room.

"what is wrong?" he asked, "Maia is by the bar if you are wondering" Clary blunted stern.

"something's wrong" you heard Magnus whisper as he left your side, making his way inside the apartment.

"don't you ever spoke to me again" you stated with gritted teeth, eyes wet with tears as Alec looked at you with that same very eyes.

"don't be ridiculous" he answered.

you turned your back as you left the crowd, your brother trying to reach you but failing.

you had just touched the door's knob as Alec held your arm forcing you to turn around.

"reason with me" he pleaded "let's be logical".

"I can't!" you answered with a ferocity that broke the man's heart.

"you know why" a string seemed to unlace inside your head and your vision cleared again, but it didn't change the fact that it was obvious now, at least to you.

"y/n" he breathed.

"we know why" and you left the room praying for the night to end painlessly.

part 2?

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saturn00001-00 · 11 months

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♡ ISIDORE AND SIMONE FIRST KISS ♡ (scene inspired in the TMI graphic novel)

TMI characters genderbend version from Cassandra Jean and Cassandra Clare.

I created this fanfic/imagine based on a scene from the TMI graphic novel and thinked of doing a genderbend version! English it's not my native language, so you will probaly find a few grammar mistakes.

Enjoy!

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"I'm going to take Simone to the park and show her the faerie circles." announced Isidore, with bright smile in his face.

"Faeries?!"

Simone jumped in surprise from her seat in the Taki's restaurant. Her astonished pale face changing to a tender pink as her eyes landed on Clarence. The redhead boy was side besides Isidore, with a grumpy face looking nothing but irritated.

Alexa, Isidore's older sister, she looked bored, if not irritated, and not caring about the two mundanes at the table. Every now and then, her eyes would go from Jayce to her plate in quick seconds that (she thought) no one noticed.

"Cool! Are you coming, Clarence?" Simone asked, adjusting her glasses.

Clarence glanced quickly at his childhood friend, then at Isidore, before shrugging his shoulders and distracting himself with the pancakes he had ordered. Across the table, Jayce had a smirk on her face that irritated Simone.

"No" responded Clarence, averting his emerald eyes "I'm tired. I'm going back to rest."

Simone's heart shriveled like a balloon being bitterly popped by a sharp needle. She just nodded in understanding, squeezing the hem of her jean shorts until her knuckles turned white. She didn't noticed Isidore smiling.

"Well, okay..."

The night in the park was colder than the mundane and the Shadowhunter could imagine, it was almost autumn after all, and soon the orange leaves of the trees would cover Central Park like an embroidered cloak all in gold. But surprisingly, it was also very empty. Simone followed Isidore's trail. She looked him up and down. He was much taller than Clarence and the rest of the boys at their school, handsome—very handsome—and provocative-looking. The clothes he wore only served to show off the handsome face he'd been blessed with, wearing a white shirt that let his muscles show through his skin, where the flesh was marked by the whitish scars of the runes the Shadowhunters wore. He gave off a faint scent of vanilla that didn't bother Simone, but on the contrary, pleased her. He was totally different, if not the opposite, from Clarence.

Clarence was never a boy who cared much about his appearance. If he had been more dedicated to wearing fashionable clothes and taking care of his always messy red curls, they certainly would have attracted a lot more stares from the girls in high school. Clarence's father, currently missing, was a very handsome man, tall, with green eyes and red hair who commanded attention everywhere he went. Simone imagined that, when older, Clarence would look like his father.

"Thanks for the walk. I needed some air." said Simone.

Isidore peeked over his shoulder, flashing a quick smirk. Hm!

"We don't come here often. It's faerie territory."

"What do you mean?"

Slowing their steps, they passed in front of a fountain of water, where three women carved from cold marble stretching their bodies in a bent position and holding hands, as if they danced happily to a rhythm they could not stop, intoxicated by the madness and the music. and with smiles on their faces.

Isidore stopped his steps, lifted his chin, looking at a field of flowers behind the fountain.

"People think they can control green spaces, but they can't" he said, thoughtful "It's where fair folk are strongest."

Simone raised her eyebrows. Fair folk? Like the folklore? Simone tried to imagine what the fair folk would look like. They look like Tinker Bell from Peter Pan? She also watched many Disney movies and readed fairytales books in her childhood, but couldn't picture any of them. By the way Isidore spoke, they must have been something much more... machiavellian.

"And they aren't friendly?" asked.

"Some are, some aren't. Look"

Isidore pointed beyond the fountain, directly to the field of flowers where the beautiful petals were in bloom, lit only by the park's glowing streetlamps.Simone looked in the direction he was pointing, squinting through the lenses of her glasses.

"Can you see that one?" asked Isidore. There was a young green-skinned fairy dancing on the top of one of the flowers, with a huge smile on his face and humming a happy ballad.

"No, I'm not magic. I'm not like Clarence" Simone answered disappointedly, looking at the flower, where she couldn't see anything. "I'm just ordinary."

The breeze blew harder between them, Simone flinched, a small scream escaping between her teeth. It was too cold, they should be back soon! What would Clarence be doing...

Isidore, at her side, moved as lightly as the breeze blew through his short hair, as if he weighed nothing, he leaned elegantly over Simone. Her heart beat faster.

He smelled deliciously like flowers, the scent of which no boy at Simone's school had ever smelled. Not even the others girls with their expensive perfumes. Isidore, who wasn't a mundane, had an inexplicable charm that she couldn't quite explain… maybe it was something about that angel blood thing in his veins?

His dark brown eyes were too close, staring directly into hers. His face was too close.

"I don't think you're ordinary." He whispered softly.

With her mundane vision not allowing her to see anything but the boy crouching in front of her, Simone didn't notice as the fairies rose in a flurry of wings, flapping their wings. She closed her eyes as Isidore's lips approached hers, his breath warm and good. Isidore wrapped his arms around her petite body, resting his elbows on her shoulders as they touched their lips in a soft kiss as the breeze blew sending leaves and petals swirling between them as the mischievous little fairies flew towards him as if in a dance, admiring that moment. Isidore's fingers closed against the fabric of her T-shirt, pulling her slightly closer to him and deepening their kiss, the pressure between her lips hot and wet.

Simone didn't understand why that -beautiful- boy was kissing her. Not even Clarence had that interest. Clarence. For a moment, he was no longer there in her mind, like if she forgot of him. She imagined what his reaction would be if he knew she was kissing Isidore, if he would feel jealous...

Their lips part in a soft smack, but they remained with their foreheads touching, Isidore with a small smile on his lips. Simone had her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She already had boyfriends in school before, she'd kissed before... but this... this was totally different.

"Kiss again!" a fairy said to Isidore's, flying up his head. Isidore smiled, only he being able to hear that. Fairies were pretty sassy little beings, he knew well, having dated one before.

"We should go back to the Institute" Isidore said, in a soft provocative voice.

"Yes... "Simone agreed, still confused and drunk for the moment "We should."

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#the mortal instruments #simon lewis #isabelle lightwood #cassandra clare #sizzy #simon x isabelle #tmi #shadowhunters #the shadowhunter chronicles #imagine #simon lovelace

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samdeancass · 1 year

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Outer Banks and Shadowhunters

I am now accepting requests for Outer Banks and Shadowhunters. Feel free to send some in!

#outer banks #john b routledge #jj maybank #kiara carrera #pope heyward #sarah cameron #outer banks imagine #outer banks fanfiction #shadowhunters #jace weyland #clary fray #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #magnus bane #simon lewis

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dandeliononthemoon · 1 year

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Watching The Fabulous rn and :

Joseph = Magnus

Esther = Alec

Seon-ho = Isabelle

Ji-eun = Clary

Woo-min = Jace

#there is no simon incarnate unfortunately #also i love seon-ho she is a badass and amazing and so like isabelle imo #joseph and esther welll they are not a couple and i dont see similarities with magnus and alec #but this is just me imagining a malec au #ji-eun and woo-min tho could be great clary and jace imo (again i am just imagining an au)#the fabulous netflix #magnus bane #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #clary fairchild #jace herondale #tsc #tmi #tp.e

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lostinthemazecalledmyhead · 2 years

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A Jace Herondale short story

The rain was softly hitting the window of the busstop as the black sky finaly breaks lose. Jace takes a step back to avoid the rain the wind blows into the busshelter. If there is something Jace hates more than rain, it’s waiting. “If Alec would just hurry up.” Jace mumbles irritated. Bus 213 towards city centre stops in front of him. The doors open, but Jace doesn’t seem to want to get in. The bus driver backs up the bus a bit so he can look at Jace. “What are you waiting for?” The man asks to Jace´s annoyance. He should have made himself invisible to the mundane. He was going to but he forgot in his hurry. “Get in!” “No, thanks.” Jace tells him nonchalantly. “This is the last bus of tonight, young man. Are you sure you want to be out here in this wheater?” The man points up at the sky as if Jace couldn’t grasp that he was talking about the threathening clouds above them. “Do you watch the news?” The man asks to Jace’s surprise. “A boy from your age found dead not more than 500 meters from here. Not a single drop of blood left in his body. And his heart. His heart was ripped out.”

"I don't see anyting," says Jace. A blonde strand of his thick hair falls before his eyes, but he is too focused to wipe it away. "If you hadn't be flirting with that girl, we wouldn't have lost him!" Alec says obviously irritated. With his trusted bow and quiver with arrows on his back, he follows Jace further into the dark alley. "I wasn't flirting." Jace´s sword gives a soft glow in the darkness. "My invisibility rune was activated, but still she could see me." Alec frowns, but doesn't say anything. "Yes, exactly!" Jace exclaims without turning around he knew what his brothers reaction had been."Still," say Alec, "We're on a mission, so focus on it!" Of course, Alec had to be the serious leader. Everthing according to protocol. At the end of the alley is a light. The light clearly illuminates a shadow. "Izzy!" Jace and Alec run towards their sister to see why she is on her knees. "He's dead." Isabelle's voice is soft. Jace can now see she is kneeling next to a boy of their age. A werewolf. "Looks like the vamps and the wolfs are at war once again," says Alec. "We have to get his body out of here." "I'm not touching him. Just wait until the conclave has handeled this." Jace crosses his arms across his chest. "That is protocol, right?" Before Alec can argue, they hear sirens. The policecar stops right in front of the far side of the alley. Thanks to their runes the cops can't see them. "Shit," Jace curses. This was not good at all.

Jace looks at the busdriver with a certain coldness in his eyes that would even scare Dwanye Johnson. "Oh, I know." The man's face drains from all blood and turns an ashy white. Fast he closes the doors and drives away. Jace laughs. The mundane are so easy to scare.

#Shadow Hunters #shadowhunters #shadowhunters fanfiction #shadowhunters imagine #shadow hunters imagine #Jace Wayland #Jace Herondale #Jace Lightwood #jace morgenstern #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #imagine #short story #short

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shadowhunters-reprise · 10 months

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Imagine

Magnus looking out for you

(Magnus x fem!reader)

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ghoulie-67-baby · 5 months

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Try and stop me Part 1 - Shadowhunters.

Summary: You were adopted by the Lightwood a few years back and Robert hates how you’re different you are from the others. An argument takes place and you’ve decided enough is enough.

Warnings: Mentions of cheating, bullying (idk what to call it), abuse (idk if you’d call it this?), shouting, angst, disowning a child.

Pairing: Lightwood family x Adopted!reader.

Word count: 1,376.

Note: Hopefully you’ll be able to tell from this that I ✨hate✨ Robert Lightwood.

We only gathered around the dinner table like this for family matters, especially at the institute. Isabelle sat beside me, talking animatedly about the training session she had just finished but I didn't hear much of it. The looks I'd been getting off our father had been unnerving, strange and inexplicable so I'd zoned out, overthinking it.

"It's nice to see everyone is actually here for once," Maryse took her seat, oddly family-orientated recently, at the head of the table beside Izzy and smiled at all of us. "We don't do this often enough." She was trying so hard to hold herself together for the past few weeks. Robert had been cheating on her and nobody knew. Maryse found out but hadn't told the others yet and I wasn't supposed to know but you hear things like arguments when you can't sleep at night. The whole family had noticed a difference in their dynamic but nobody commented, better to ignore these things and see if it all worked out in the end I guess.

We all dug in, always loving when Maryse came to see us and cooked her amazing meals. Izzy tried, bless her heart, but I'd rather eat mud than the food she conjured up and I know the others thought the exact same thing, it was fair to say she didn't have the same gift as Mom when it came to the kitchen. The conversation wasn't loud but it was a nice buzz in comparison to silence and I listened as Izzy and our mother spoke to each other. As soon as the table fell remotely quiet I was called on.

"Y/N, I noticed you've not been training as much as the others." Robert dabbed his lips with a napkin and I looked at him questioning look whilst swallowing my food. "You shouldn't be slacking off. Jace, Izzy and Alec are working so much harder than you."

"Can we not do this now?" Maryse seemed to almost beg him as she glared in his direction. My sibling's eyes zeroed in on me and Izzy tapped my leg under the table gently before looking pointedly at my fork. I placed it down from my trembling hands and sipped my water to clear my throat, I hated confrontation.

"I got a bit behind on the books is all so I'm giving myself a break from physical working to get some studying in, that's all but it won't be for long." I smiled unsurely "Just until I catch up."

"And why is it that you manage to fall behind when everyone else can stay ahead?" He raised an eyebrow. "You should be working just as hard and not being lazy and sitting around letting your studies get the better of you." My eyes flickered to our mother for a moment who looked apologetic and irritated.

"I've just been struggling a bit is all but it won't take me long to catch up, I promise." I bowed my head and shifted the food around my plate wishing I could just disappear into the tension-thick air.

"It's not good enough. You've had 4 years to catch up and it's getting beyond a joke. You need to be as good as the other three, what kind of a Shadowhunter will you be if you let this happen?" I pushed my chair out slightly with cold, shaking hands and bit back my tears of anger.

"Dad, don't you think you should cut her some slack?" Alec started, obviously uncomfortable.

"Don't involve yourself, Alexander." Now Jace looked furious. Nobody spoke to Alec like that when Jace was around not even Robert.

"I'm sorry that I've hit a bit of a slump but I'm working on it," I spoke through gritted teeth. "I know I'm not as good as them and I'm trying so just give me some time and space and hopefully I can get up to the standards you want." My voice was cold and harsh but I didn't care anymore. How dare he. I didn't need reminding that I wasn't a Lightwood or that I hadn't been with them as long as Jace. "Thank you for dinner Mom, I'm going to head off to bed." I stood from the table, not looking at anyone as I turned around.

"You aren't going anywhere Y/N!" Robert's voice thundered through the room and I stopped dead. "When will you finally sort yourself out? We won't baby you anymore! I expect better of you and if you don't sort this out then you won't be a Lightwood anymore, not that you've ever been much of one anyway." My breath hitched, and that stung more than anything ever had. My chest rose and fell as though I had run miles as I clenched my fists.

"Enough! That's too far!" Izzy stood up, arms braced on the table as her chair fell backwards.

"No, what's enough is Y/N taking advantage of the home and life we gave her despite who her parents were. We didn't have to take her in and I'm beginning to wish we hadn't!" This time Maryse yelled at him but I couldn't make out a word as my blood rushed through my ears, anger drowning out everything else. I was slightly aware of Isabelle's hand on my arm but my body wouldn't respond. I turned to face him slowly with a wicked grin on my face as my eyes met his.

"Finally." My voice was scarily calm. "You finally admitted it. After 4 years of thinking about it, you finally gathered up the courage to say it huh? Heaven forbid your wife has a kinder heart and takes in a child who needs her. By the angel, what a crime!" By this point, I was shouting. "I'm sorry that I'm not good enough for you and that I'm very clearly a disappointment but hey, guess you won't have to deal with that anymore if I'm not a Lightwood. I have tried my damn best for the past 4 years, harder than I have ever tried to do anything. All to get you to notice, to impress you, to make you proud so that I don't get overlooked by you anymore but no! Still not good enough!" My voice wobbled and I hated that tears of anger now stained my face. "I know I'm not as good as them and I didn't mind that but I still tried for you. Not for Mom, not for my siblings or the institute but for you because you just looked straight through me like I wasn't there. You always have and I'm sick of it! I'm sick of trying to make you happy and I'm sick of keeping it all to myself, I know more than you think I do and my mind is definitely stronger than you realise." My teeth bared in pure rage as I glared holes into him. "I've had enough. I'm done! I'm done trying to make you happy so you have your way."

I spun on my heel and stormed out of the room, pushing past the other Shadowhunters who seemed to have heard the commotion and making my way to the door. I grabbed a spare stele from one of the weapons racks, sliding it into my pocket and beelining for the doors. I ignored Clary's yells of concern as she followed after me and the voices of my siblings and Mom asking me to stay.

"Don't you dare walk away Y/N! If you walk out that door then you're done, You won't be welcome here anymore!" I stopped, my hands resting on the wooden doors. "I mean it! You leave and I don't want to see your face again!" I looked back at my Mom who was sobbing as Jace held her. I had never seen her so vulnerable, especially not in front of the whole institute.

"I love you, Mom, You guys know where to find me." I smiled at my Mom and siblings softly before looking at Robert. "As for you, try and stop me from coming home, I dare you." With that I threw open the doors and stormed out, leaving the shouting of Maryse behind as I held in my sobs.

#shadowhunters imagine #shadowhunters imagines #shadowhunters #the mortal instruments #the mortal instruments imagines #lightwood siblings #alexander lightwood #izzy lightwood #alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #jace herondale #jace wayland #maryse lightwood #robert lightwood #clary fairchild #clary fray #Lightwood siblings x reader #adopted!reader

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